Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.